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You're insane!" she shouted. "Pretty cool, huh?" "No!"Tally yelled. "Why didn't you tell me it was broken?" Shay shrugged. "More fun that way?" "More fun?" Her heart beating fast,her vision strangely clear. She was full of anger and relief and...joy. "Well, kind of. But you suck!
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Tally-When you looked around at everyone else how come you didn’t notice they were brain damaged? Az - We didn’t have much to compare our fellow citizens with. Only a few colleagues who seemed different from most people, more engaged, but that was hardly a surprise. History would indicate that the majority of people have always been sheep. Before the operation there were wars and mass hatred and clear cutting. Whatever these lesions make us, it isn’t a far cry from how humanity was in the rusty era. These days we’re just a bit easier to manage.
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That Shay was in possesion of hand grenades was a comforting thought showed what kind of night this had become.
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The early summer sky was the color of cat vomit.
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Now,young lady,I suppose you're here for a work assignment." Work?" Tally said. They both looked down at her puzzled expression, and Shay burst into laughter.
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So pretty i had to eat him
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Come on, it's almost midnight. Let's go watch them cut the cake.
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He squeezed her hand. "Then I'll come get you, wherever you are when it happens. We'll be okay." "But what about everybody else?" He stared out across the river, nodding slowly. "My guess is, everybody else is in big trouble.
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I’m not against thinking; I’m only against thinking that thinking on its own will get you out of a hole. Shovel also needed.
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Listen, you bubblehead-up-until-five-minutes-ago.
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Maybe she still was a pretty-head, making up irrational stories about the empty forest. The longer she stayed alone out here, the more Tally understood why the Rusties and their predecessors had believed in invisible beings, praying to placate spirits as they trashed the natural world around them.
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They walked with a pedatory grace.... one of them ripped off their hood and said, "my name is Tally Youngblood and is a special circumstance".
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Barking hard work, being a boy.
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He turned to face her again, his late-pretty composure crumbling. "But you're..." "Pretty? Think again." She smiled. "I'm Tally Youngbood. My mind is very ugly. And I'm taking your car.
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Reality had no gears, and you never knew what surprises would come spinning out of its chaos.
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Never bored on a hoverboard.
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It's not the traveling that takes courage Tally. I've done much longer trips on my own. It's leaving home.
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Once you told yourself a story enough times, it was so easy to keep on believing it.
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People only worry about the uncanny for about a week; that's the end of their attention span. After that, suspicions turn into shtick.
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You young things are too easily persuaded by the touch of lips.
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Irony is always the best weapon against fascism.
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Their reasons don't mean anything unless I have a choice.
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Perhaps it's worth saying again: One reader's discomfort should never stand in the way of another reader's survival.
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It's not the way Zane looks, David," she said, her voice trembling with anger. "It's because he makes me bubbly, and because we took a lot of risks together. It could just as easily be me lying there, and he would stay with me if it was." "It's just programming!" "No. It's because I love him.
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